Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.

Whom the gods do not intend to destroy, they first make mad with poetry.

Idealist: a cynic in the making.

God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.

I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love

By walking, I found out where I was going.